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Mom’s voice floated through the phone. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause a problem. I worry about my boys and that includes you now, Dominic.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Lynx. Rest assured; I don’t have a stalker.”
I hung up with her a few minutes later while my mind spun about Dominic being in danger. I had these nightmare scenarios in my head all the time about Perry, but now Dominic was taking up some of the real estate.
I didn’t realize they had started eating while I hadn’t, until Dominic shimmied between me and the table so he could sit on my lap. “I’m not being stalked, Pey.” His hand went through my hair, rubbing soothingly along my scalp. “If I was, don’t you think I would have told you? You’re the best security person I know. Plus, Dex would lose his shit if one of his employees was being targeted like that.”
“Yeah, all right.” I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight.
There were two men I had to worry about now. Two men who, if they were hurt, my world would end. Perry was used to me always looking out for him. Dominic would have to get used to it too. It wasn’t a switch I could flip off.
As I sat there with Dominic on my lap, his temple resting against my forehead, I met Perry’s eyes. JJ might have been supportive of us today at the party, but I still thought there was a threat there. Not necessarily from him. His father was a different story.
24
DOMINIC
There were moments when someone stepped into a room and all conversation stopped. Like a wedding, or a speaker at a convention.
It also happened to Perry because almost everyone in Dremest knew who he was. So, when we walked into the little coffee shop around the corner from Perry’s home, where Peyton insisted they had the best coffee, everyone stopped talking like a celebrity just graced them with their presence. I’d seen Perry have this effect before. It was different this morning because Perry had his fingers intertwined with mine, and Peyton stepped up on his other side to sling his arm over Perry’s shoulders.
I leaned close to whisper to Perry, “Whose bright idea was this?”
“Yours.” He chuckled. “I offered to go pick it up, but you insisted on going out. Our first official outing together.”
Fuck, he was right. It sounded good in theory. There were eyes on me now and not the kind when I was on stage with my mask firmly in place. These people were seeing Perry with his two boyfriends. And Perry, being Perry, doing whatever he wanted, he turned to kiss my cheek before doing the same to Peyton.
That brought the phones out to snap our photo.
Peyton stepped forward first and we followed suit, waiting in line to get to the counter so we could order. There were murmurs around us, no doubt talking about how Perry was seen with two men. It would only take a tiny bit of internet searching to figure out one was his bodyguard and the other his assistant, or ex-assistant, but still.
I didn’t want to hide, that wasn’t me. I just didn’t think stepping into the coffee shop would garner a response like this.
It was our turn to order and a cute guy behind the counter smiled, concentrating on Perry. Peyton and I might as well not have existed for the way this man focused on Perry.
“Mr. Altair, what can I get you? We have a fresh batch of everything bagels.” He tilted his head, his blond hair sweeping over his forehead, and he batted his long eyelashes.
“That sounds good, Freddie. Can I have it toasted with extra cream cheese and a large coffee with room for cream and sugar?”
“Of course, you can,sugar.” Freddie chuckled at his stupid joke then turned away to get Perry’s order started.
“Are we not standing here?” I asked my men.
“We are,” Peyton replied. “You should be used to this. Perry gets treated like this all over Dremest.”
I glared around Perry to see him. “Yeah, but that was before I was holding his hand,” I growled and held up our joined hands.
Perry brought his face to mine and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“Fuck you.” There was no heat in my words. Not when Perry kissed me in public. Of course, it was while Freddie’s back was turned.
Then there was Freddie, facing us again as we straightened, his flirty smile in place. “Here you go. Is there anything else?”
Peyton placed his order, and I did the same. We weren’t treated to the rapid service Perry was. Instead, we were told to wait off to the side. I lifted Perry’s cup to take a sip when I noticed a phone number on it.
Pulling my hand free of his, I cut in line, back to the front counter and put the cup there, the numbers facing Freddie.
“Sir, you’re going to have to wait your turn,” Freddie chastised.
